Instead of returning to the window, she allows herself to slump against Jonas. She snorts and affectionately bumps his shoulder with hers. She’s almost-smiling though, which is the best it gets nowadays. “Jonas, gross!” Alex exclaims, jerking her hand back and wiping it on her jeans. After a moment of contemplation, he sticks out his tongue to lick it. “You’re not,” he says, but her hand muffles his words. “I can’t believe I’m related to you,” she tells him. “God,” Jonas gets out before Alex slaps a hand over his mouth. “It’s gonna be a fucking miserable summer.” The girl in question is slumped against the window, listlessly watching the trees fly by. It may seem like he’s shielding Alex from the other campers, but honestly, he’s shielding the rest of the campers from Alex. He’s currently four seats away, nursing his wounded ego and muttering to his other jackass friends. Some jerkoff thought that Alex was cute (which she is) and that she was a vulnerable target (which she most certainly is not). ![]() It’s already off to a great start and they’re not even off the bus yet. So that’s why the two of them have been packed up and shipped off to a summer camp. Jonas couldn’t explain and Alex wouldn’t. They think it was something recent, that it was a product of Ren and Alex’s friendship falling apart, or the looming fear of college, or the stress of their parents’ remarriage. Their parents finally noticed a couple of days ago. She hadn’t talked about the ghosts then, and, two months later, she was still silent. Nona had backed up Clarissa, which hadn’t been helpful at all, and Jonas had to intervene. Clarissa had snapped back, Alex had gone on the defensive, practically snarling at all of them. His mom had disinfected the bite and told him to remember that cornering animals just made them feel more threatened.Īt the time, none of them had known how to deal with her. He’d approached it in the space between the dumpster and the chain link fence of the playground, hands out, body low, as small as he could make himself. In retrospect, she had acted a lot like the black cat that Jonas had found behind the school when he was seven. He’d been cautious, unsure, and Alex had snapped at him. ![]() He’ll come downstairs in the middle of the night to find her sitting in the kitchen, a cold cup of tea nearby and her mind far away. There are dark bruises beneath her eyes, and she doesn’t sleep, not really. He knows there’s a lot that Alex isn’t telling him.
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